This morning my confessor gave me this advice: don’t use the internet for entertainment purposes. What starts out as innocent can lead down other roads.

Three days before birth,
His anniversary thereof,
He contemplates the lives
Of the women
And the children he’s hurt.

Needing acceptance not rejection,
Wantedness not wantonness,
He poisons their souls
With hemlock, cyanide,
And tins of Zyklon-B.

Amazed at the way
Violation manifests itself
Without the slightest touch.
Just a stare, but a feather on the waist
Is the tearing of the hymen.

Wanted, accepted, loved,
These three he must feel
To end it all
And restore, recover.
Repent!